Battleground Page #2

learned him better manners, Pop.

- Knock it off, will you?

- When do you leave?

Any day now. I have to sweat out

a letter of confirmation...

from our higher headquarters.

You'll be in Paris.

No, I decided to catch that football game.

That's swell. It'll be rugged

waiting around here all alone.

See you in the morning, Johnny.

You gonna miss me, Abner?

That's for dang sure.

I'm glad to see you guys

finally got the junk off my cot.

How about dousing that light?

Paris trucks are leaving early.

Okay, douse it.

All right, roll out of them sacks.

Hit it.

Leave your cots and grab your socks.

Let's go, men. You're slow.

Get them up, Wolowicz.

- I ain't going to Paris.

- Nobody's going to Paris.

- We're moving up. On trucks.

- Moving up? Where to?

Beats me. The Krauts

made a breakthrough someplace.

They tell me it's gonna be cold...

so wear your long johns and two pairs

of pants. Three, if you can get them on.

But they told us yesterday

we'd be off the line for good.

They didn't get the order

till after midnight.

There's trucks this time instead of gliders.

That's a good sign, anyway.

This is strictly for the birds, brother.

Beats anything

ever I stuck my finger in before.

"General, I need a crack division

to plug up that gap."

"A crack division, General?

I'd be honored if you'd use the 101st."

"Awfully nice of you, old boy.

Thanks a lot."

"Not at all, General."

Maybe the adjutant

can put in a phone call.

Yeah. It's only a technicality.

- I forgot to tell you, men...

- Shut up!

It's a secret move,

so rip off your shoulder patches.

Sarge, you got any of them

rubber overshoes, them galoshes?

Can't fit you, Abner. Your feet's too small.

Take care of that gas mask, soldier.

It might save your life someday.

Yeah, if you can find some cognac.

- No dice?

- I gotta wait for the letter. Regulations.

It's gonna be a cold trip.

Maybe you can ride in the driver's cab.

Wind it up.

Let's get this show on the road.

- That the new platoon leader?

- Yeah, fresh off the boat.

I understand your problems, men.

- I used to be an enlisted man myself.

- For six months, maybe.

And 17 weeks at OCS,

and he's an officer and gentleman...

- by special act of Congress.

- Sound off!

Shut up!

- What did he say? Where are we?

- Are you kidding?

Do you speak French, sir?

Yes. Immediately.

- Cigarette?

- Thank you very much.

I don't smoke, but thanks anyway.

Thanks a lot.

What time is it, Hansan?

- 11:
30.

- What?

It can't be that late. We left at 2:00.

- Near lunchtime in Springfield.

- You never changed your watch?

What's the use of changing your watch?

What's the use? You're here,

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